tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171752904727433418.post512078784248918528..comments2023-07-06T13:36:31.081-05:00Comments on worth the effort: Review: "What Could Be Said About Pedris Road" by Ru Freemanthe edge is what I havehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10573670526479031136noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171752904727433418.post-79781507126694370962015-08-30T12:24:47.031-05:002015-08-30T12:24:47.031-05:00I had forgotten this punishment-episode or rather ...I had forgotten this punishment-episode or rather had no reason to visit those momentarily traumatic moments of that time. Now I vaguely remember spending some time in that tiny space and playing with my sister. I do remember the phlegm-sucking incident. That little girl, suffering from cerebral palsy, passed away a few years ago I learned randomly a few days ago when randomly her father emailed me not knowing I was his neighbor and his children were our playmates. I don't remember the blue watering can but remember my sister's name being butchered by the nuns. She has remembered well and made me remember a lot of things. This story filled gaps in my childhood story I didn't even know existed. And, like you, it made me want to talk to my children more often. Malinda Wordshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17700355635566651088noreply@blogger.com